At 3 in the morning.

I love. To keep my mind going. At 3 o’clock in the morning. A sign. That I am alive. And with it. Yes, I like every waking moment.  A reminder. That it’s fun to be alive. Not necessarily in a vibrant sense. But in a peaceful and gentle way. I take the opportunity. To write. About the ebb and flow of life. Better that. Than to fall asleep. Dare I call this poetry? Yes. Yes. An ode to existence and awareness. And to joy. In a world without end. At 3 in the morning. --Jim Broede